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Dean imagine

“Hey, Dean can you come in here please?” you called to your flannel-wearing boyfriend. You heard his heavy footfalls down the halls and a big smile placed itself on your face. It was midnight and Taylor Swift had just dropped her 9th album called “Evermore”. You were so excited to show Dean the album, he always complained but you knew he loved it as you did. 

You had caught him singing some of your music multiple times. One time you were walking past your room and heard his voice floating out into the hallway. You stood by the door and heard his deep voice singing ‘Bad at Love’ by Halsey. It was the cutest thing in the world. It gave you butterflies each time you heard him singing or listening to music you introduced him to. 

You got pulled out of that memory by Dean quickly opening the door with a chipper aura about him even though he was putting up this annoyed front. You knew him All Too Well.
“Are you ready to listen to her new album?!” you questioned excitedly. He looked over at you and gave a nod. “As I’ll ever be.” 
You reached for him, he took your smaller hand in yours and let you pull him down on the bed next to you. “So she released another album already, how is she doing this?” he huffed out. You chuckled “It’s because she has stories to tell, and she wants to share them with her fans. I’m very excited about this.” you nudged his shoulder lightly. Noticing a small smile come across his face made your heart flutter. 

You sat up and connected your phone to your speaker, and turned it on low. You didn’t want to wake up Sam. it was loud enough for you to hear and enjoy it but not enough to wake the youngest Winchester. 
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You were about 8 songs in and you had already cried a few times. Dean wouldn’t admit it but he teared up at the fifth song ‘Tolerate It’. it made you full-on cry, he pulled you close to him and hugged you until it was over. 
The song you were currently listening to was called ‘Dorothea’, Dean looked over at you to see a huge smile on your face. A smile only he gets to see when you listen to your music. A large smile grew across his face as well, it brought heat to his cheeks. 
 The rest of the album was spent stealing sweet glances at each other to gauge the other’s reaction. 
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It was the next day and you got up as usual, besides the fact that Dean wasn’t lying next to you. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and threw on a sweater of Deans, and padded down the cold floored hallways of the bunker. The smell of pancakes and Bacon floated out of the kitchen doorway, and you smiled. You stopped in your tracks when you heard it. You heard the album playing, along with your boyfriend’s deep voice sing the lyrics to ‘Dorothea’. You covered your mouth and giggled. Walking into the kitchen you clear your throat to let him know you’re there. He jumped and quickly turned the music off. “Hey, Sweetheart. How did you sleep?” he asks sweetly, walking towards you to place a kiss on your head. 
You stopped him from moving away and pulled him back towards you to kiss his cheek. “I slept alright. I see that you enjoyed the album. It was playing while I was walking down the hall.” you said with a smirk. His cheeks flushed and he turned back towards the stove to flip the last pancake. 
“You uh, must have heard wrong cause I wasn’t listening to that. It was something else. The album was ok, but we both know Zeppelin is better.” he responded hurriedly trying to cover for himself being caught. 

You laughed, “Sure, Dean, keep saying that. We both know you love Taylor Swift.” you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind letting your cheek rest against his warm back. “Oh shut it, I do not like Taylor Swift,” he said before turning around in your embrace after setting the last pancake on a plate. 
“Dorothea, or Gold Rush?” you question. Without hesitation Dean answers.
“Dorothea, it’s obviously the superior song. I mean the story behind it, the way she sings it. It’s just amazing. It actually reminds me of you, you know how sweet the sound is.” you look up at him with a toothy grin. 
He looks down at you in realization. 
“I knew you liked it.” you teased and pulled him closer pressing a kiss to his lips. He pulled away from you and wagged his finger at you. 
“Damn you (y/n). You better not tell anyone about this.” you chuckled “Just between us Babe, I promise.” you said while grabbing the plate of pancakes and setting it on the small table.

“Now c’mere Dorothea,” he said. He grabbed your hand and brought you close to him after you set the plate down. He brought you into his lap, you felt your heart flutter just as it did last night. “That’s my man.” you say before pressing a kiss to his temple as he piled the breakfast onto his plate. Now he requested you play that album sometimes just so he could dance with you to the song that reminded him of you.